Self-Injury Support Group

Whether you or someone you know or love struggles with self-injury, this is the community to discuss your experience, find support, meet others going through the same, and get advice on how to stop. Working together, we can help find alternative coping skills to reduce the urge to self-harm.

New Cutter...

Hello Everyone. My name is Laura. I'm 31. (Statistically too old to be a cutter.) I am a cutter. And I have OCD. As well as an anxiety disorder. I cut when I was a teenager; stopped when I was 18. But this last year and a half I've cut three times. Only my thighs, and not deep enough for stitches. I long to cut myself deeper, but I'm afraid of developing a staph infection, of worse, MRSA. (My mom contracted MRSA while gardening.) Today has been a hard day, and I'd love to slice open my thighs, but I know my husband would would be angry and desperate and confused. I hate to admit that one of the worst parts of being a cutter is knowing that I'm too old to behave this way. I'd like to find a suitable outlet for my frustration, my anger, my helplessnes, but I don't know of one...

as far as a practical solution...replacement...I've found that people are really different so I don't have a great suggestion for you other than to find someone to go be with..talk to...get it out some other way.

know that it's not worth it. keep working at not cutting...I know it's hard but those fears that you've got are some pretty legitimate fears...pay attention to that. Don't get sucked back in? because this really sucks. and that's the most truthful thing that I can say to you right now.

40 and still trying to stop. I haven't cut since June, but I just bruised myself Saturday. Stupid. Hard to stop. I agree that we all need replacement and other ways to cope. that is the key. Pinpoint what causes it, and find other systems to address your needs besides the cutting . I feel just like you , that I haven't cut enought for stitches, but I keep wanting to, as if it is some grand prize, when in reality it is just a pathetic lifelong scar I don't need or want.

there is NO SUCH THING as being too old to be addicted to this, cause that's what it is. try writing or watching a movie. reading a book, listening to some good music. almost anything besides cutting. i know how tempting it is; when i was 16 i wanted to be emancipated just so i could cut as deep and as much as i wanted to. i stuck through it though, and being alive with scars instead of scabs is something i am very proud of today.
but please don't judge yourself, lilith77. it puts more stress in your life than you need. just because the majority of us are in our teens doesn't mean we won't be struggling for a while, and to see someone not our age group reaching out is inspiring, at least to me. keep asking for help when you need it, but SI will just make it worse in the long run. you know this.

theres no such thing as too old society makes out this is a young trend but its not older people just aint so open about it because of that very stigma.
even if ppl do recover from cutting theres always urges that will still linger for the rest of our lives. replacement is good but it doesnt always here im struggling right now with SI but i feel the best way is to talk to someone you trust so its not all bottled up if your in thearphy certainly bring it up
dont feel your alone theres alot of people out there your age that still cut im here if you need to talk x

Hello,I'm new here too :) and I'm a cutter and almost 28yrs old. I began cutting at 15,my first time was over a break-up.. not to kill myself but to harm myself,I enjoyed the rush i got,and even enjoyed the pain...I found myself cutting every time i was angry, frustrated or hurt... never deep enough but always enough to feel the stinging sensation from it.My family never knew and still doesn't know.. i always cut in places tht can easily be hidden.. (thighs,stomach, chest..).At 17 my school suspected depression and sent me home for 3 days over a poem I wrote about death but my mom still had no idea tht I cut,so she moved on and so did I.I went cut free for a few years after wards till I was about 19 and then was when i had my first experience with cutting and more.. I had let a guy cut a small cut on my neck and feed... including my wrists... it left nasty scars.. and I remember the adrenaline I felt was incredible..but explaining to my mom what the marks were was difficult,I had to lie and blame it on a dog.I then stopped for awhile and then right before I was 20 I got the urge to do it again... just a nick from the razor on my leg... it felt good to me I enjoyed the pain..it wasn't deep enough to need stitches or tetanus shots or anything..just a clean rinse a dab of peroxide and a bandage... Shortly after I met my hubby(ex) I totally forgot about cutting but then he was into bdsm and I wanted to try it... kinda enjoyed it moreso but tht is different from cutting ;) so I went 3 yrs of our relationship with out cutting,we married had a child... and I want to say within 2 yrs of marriage i got the wild hair to cut because I was unhappy in my marriage but I went deeper into it.. drinking,popping pills,cutting,clawing and taking diet pills and not eatting... figured I wld self inflict what I felt inside on the out side.. finally I left him to clear my thoughts and we reconsiled once he realised wht he was doing to me emotionally,shortly after he left me for another woman.. I didnt care but was hurt... tht summer I went through a horrible experience with my friend whom commited suicide.... tht's when cutting took over my life... I remember cutting my wrist up pretty bad... looked like a army of cats had clawed at me... I just went graffiti style on my wrists thighs and arms... everytime I closed my eyes I saw my friends face except he was dead and had no eyes just coal and blood coming out of his sockets,i literally snapped... I stayed locked in my room... covered all the windows,blared Marilyn Manson.. drank and cut..then I'd feel fine and want to go out and enjoy life.. at this time btw my hubby had taken the kid since I was still in shock over the suicide and it had happened next door to where I lived.So I finally got caught by my mom and she had me move in with her but still I had impulses to cut...I was almost 26yrs old and enjoyed the pain it gave me... it was my form of art.Finally my ex was under the impression I was suicidal and he had me bakeracted to a mental hospital... I sat 8 hrs in the ER and another 4 on the 3rd level for the really insane people.. I kept my calm,the shrink did see old cuts but since they didnt look nothing more than cat scratches he released me with no meds or diagnosis,just a tetanus shot and a good luck and tht if i felt i was a threat to myself to turn myself in... I lol at this because i knew i didnt cut to kill just to feel pain and move on... it was my personal high.After tht I met my current significant other... he helped me through my cutting and ect... but tht part of me still wanted pain... rather it be through sex or foreplay I still wanted pain inflicted on me... this was in 2007..I hadnt cut till 2/2009 I was with a friend,listening to loud Siouxsie and the Banshees in his car... we had other friends with us.... and I took a shard from a broken cd and cut lightly to get tht high.... then when me and the current were having mild relationship problems it hit hard... I took out my old blade and cut lightly against my thigh and tummy....exhaled at the rush and haven't done it since then... its my story... I dont cut to harm just for a high but i think and fear its a addiction i may not be able to control, especially since now i get the crazy idea to use cutting for foreplay....I know this may not pertain to anyone but as to Lilith ure never too old to do the things you do... my new out let is painting... and joining here to find out why others cut....

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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??

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